
Everybody passed through
The Bea hive
She thrived
On taking stragglers in
When
Now and then
Friends
And family alike
Who might
Fall on hard times
For no rhyme
Or reason
Any season
Be it Summer
Winter
She sent
her sons to open wide
And inside
One and all could come
And join
Her and her eight
She set you straight
When you spent
Your stent,
At the Bea hive
In loving memory of my aunt Bea
dorothy’s page © 2019 D. E. Young
Bea?
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Her name was Beatrice. We called her Bea.
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Aww. This is beautiful Dorothy.
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Thank you😊
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You’re welcome Dorothy. Your poetry is getting better and better 😊
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I appreciate that.
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You are very welcome
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A lovely tribute!
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Thank you.
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You’re welcome!
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What a beautiful tribute to your Aunt Bea!!!!
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Thank you. 😊
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